Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1887-12-03

the floor, where | had seen thr lcapiug
flame, but the fire was cat now. They fell
upon the white form stretched tiEt:p he
meath its wrappings upon it's he'd a stone.
upon the fretted carving of the tousb, :slld
upon another shelf ot stone opposite tte
one on which the hody lay, and separafed
from it 10y the breadth OF the cave.
Here, went on AycSha, laying hcr HAND
upon the rock-"heIv have Steps Uight by
night for all these generations, WITH brit IL
cloak to cover me. Ii did not become Ise
that should lie soft, when my -pOusc yCa-
der, y and she pointed 10 the rigid FORM
"lay stiff in death. Here night by night
have | slept in his cold company. tin. thou
seest, this thick slab, like the stairs down
which we passed, has worn thin with the
tossing Of my form-sO faithful have | DeeIl
TO thee even in thy space Of sleep. Kali
krates. And now, my love, thou slatG Sse
n wonderful ~thing-living, thou shatt ta-
hold myself dead-for well have | teIatha
thee during all these years, kailiS rates.
Art thou preparedy'
We made no answer but ga2cd at caSh
other with frightened eyes, the wsaobs
scene wa SO dreadful and SO solc,Rp. Aye
sha advanced, and laid her haud UIxss tie
corner OF the shroud, and once mote sfNke-
BE not a~fTrighted. =" she said. ''EholGrtt
the thing seem wonderful TO thcc-aU we
who live have thus lived before; nor - the
very shape that holds us "A stranger 20 she
sun. Only we know il not. because nPIt-
DRY writes no record, and earth itath gath
cred in the earth she lent rs, for none have
saved our glory from the grave. BSE l.. ny
my arts and by the arts OF those dead asIl
OF Kor which | have learned, have held
thee back, oh, KallikrateS. from the iinsg.
that the waXy stamp Of beauty ou thy face
should ever rest before mine eye. Twas
a mask that memory might fill, serving IA
fashion out thy presence from tha gsast.
and give ii strength to wander in tho hale
itations of my thought, Cladin IA u~IUHiscrS
Of life that stayed my appetite With VIZ
ions of dead days.
Behold now, let the dead and Hyiug
meet! Across the gulf OF Time ttley s1iig
are one. Time hath no power against ISisn-
tity though sleep in mercy hath hSotted
ont the tablets Of our mind, and VIII. or
liyiOn sealed the sorrows up that else would
hound Us on from life to life, stuftiug fir
brain with gathered misery till IL lxErSt IA
the madness Of uttermost despair. IlL
are they one, for the wrappings Of our Sleep
shall roll away rs thunder clouds tatoHe
the wind; the frozen voices Of the ISssf shall
melt in music like mountain ssovsS he
meath the sun; and the weeping auai shsi
laughter Of the lost hours shall be heard
once more sweetly echoing MP the ciiIs ~
unreasonable time.
"Ay, the sleep SHAH roll away, snd rtls.
voice shall be heard, when down the etsHs-
pleted chain. whereof our each existence -
Il link, the lightning Of the Spirit tsatls
passed TO work out the purpose OF oir Ia
ing; quickening and frsing those sclayastsi
days Of life, and shaping them to n ssa32
whereon We may safely lean as vac wen..
to our appointed fate.
therefore have no fear, Kafihe2t<s-
when thou-liying, and but lately hTgras-
shalt look upon thine own departed seit